Blu.
What is thy name, that in the battle thus
Thou crossest me? what honour dost thou seek
Upon my head?

Dou.
Know then, my name is Douglas;
And I do haunt thee in the battle thus,
Because some tell me that thou art a king.

Blu.
They tell thee true.

Dou.
The lord of Stafford dear to ^note-day hath bought
Thy likeness; for, instead of thee, king Harry,
This sword hath ended him: so shall it thee,
Unless thou yield thee as my prisoner ^note.

Blu.
I was not born a yielder ^note, thou proud Scot ^note;
And thou shalt find a king, that will revenge
Lord ^note Stafford's death. [fight, and Blunt is slain. Enter Hotspur.

Hot.
O Douglas, hadst thou fought at Holmedon ^note thus,
I never had triúmph'd ^note upon ^note a Scot.

Dou.
All's done, all's won; here breathless lies the king.

Hot.
Where?

Dou.
Here.

Hot.
This, Douglas? no, I know this face full well;
A gallant knight he was, his name was Blunt,
Semblably furnish'd like the king himself.

Dou.
A fool14Q0659 go with thy soul, where'er ^{note note} it goes! [to the Body.
A borrow'd title hast thou bought too dear.

Why didst thou tell me that thou wert a king?

Hot.
The king hath many marching in his coats.

Dou.
Now by my sword, I will kill all his coats;
I'll murther all his wardrobe, piece by piece,
Until I meet the king.

Hot.
Up, and away;
Our soldiers stand full fairly for the day. [Exeunt. Other Alarums. Enter Falstaff.

Fal.

Though I could 'scape shot-free at London, I fear the shot here; here's no scoring, but upon the pate.— Soft! who art thou ^note? Sir Walter Blunt;—there's honour for you: Here's no vanity.14Q0660 I am as hot as molten lead, and as heavy too: God keep ^note lead out of me! I need no more weight than mine own bowels. I have led my ragamuffins where they are pepper'd: there's not three of my hundred and fifty left alive; and they are ^note for the town's end, to beg during life. But who comes here?

Pri.
What, stand'st ^note thou idle here? lend me thy sword:
Many a nobleman ^note lies stark and stiff
Under the hoofs ^note of vaunting enemies,
Whose deaths are unreveng'd ^note: lend ^note me thy sword.

Fal.
O Hal,
I pr'ythee, give me leave to breath a while:—
Turk Gregory14Q0661 never did such deeds in arms,
As I have done this day:
I have pay'd Percy, I have made him sure.

Pri.
He is, indeed; and living to kill thee.
I pr'ythee now, lend me thy sword.

Fal.
Nay, Hal,
'Fore God ^note, ^note if Percy be alive, thou get'st ^note not

My sword; but take my pistol, if thou wilt.

Pri.
Give it me: What, is't in the case?

Fal.
Ay, Hal; [offering the Case to him.
'Tis hot ^note, 'tis hot; there's that will sack a city. [Prince opens, and draws out a Bottle of Sack.

Pri.
What, is it a time to jest and dally now? [throws it at him, and Exit.

Fal.

If ^note Percy be alive, I'll pierce him. If he do come in my way, so: if he do not,—if I come in his willingly, let him make a carbonado of me. I like not such grinning honour as sir Walter hath: Give me life: which if I can save, so; if not, honour comes unlook'd for, and there's an end.